The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 70 - Luke and Leia

*A/N - the last few chapters have been so heavy so this chapter will include some comic relief. I really hope you enjoy(: Also, I thought this would be the last chapter but I'm going to have to add another... maybe two. Plus the epilogue.

Please keep the comments coming. I love reading them so much and love the feedback!!*

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Y/N's POV:

The cramp hits like a lightning bolt—sharp, deep, unrelenting. My knees nearly buckle. I grab Anakin's sleeve to steady myself, but the warmth trickling down my legs confirms what I already know.

"My water just broke." My voice is steadier than I feel.

Both men freeze.

"What?" Anakin blurts, eyes wide. "You're in labor? Now?"

Obi-Wan blinks, his usually composed face flickering through at least six emotions in one second. "On Mustafar. She's in labor on Mustafar. Without a Medbay in sight."

Another contraction seizes me and I groan. "Yes, congratulations, you've both correctly identified the situation."

Obi-Wan's face shifts from awe to alarm. "Force help us..."

"B—but the twins aren't supposed to come for another month!" Anakin stutters, his wide eyes filled with confusion and panic.

"Actually, I heard somewhere that twins tend to come a little earlier," Obi-Wan shares mildly.

"What?!" Anakin nearly shrieks, his voice jumping an octave. "Well that's just great to know!"

"It seems the twins have inherited your good timing," Obi-Wan chuckles.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Anakin snaps, shooting him a death glare.

"Oh, nothing," Obi-Wan lies unconvincingly.

"No, seriously, say what you wanted to say, old man." Anakin gets in his face, waving his hands in the air. "Don't hold back on my account."

"Guys..." I croak, trying to stop their bickering. We really don't have time for this.

Neither hears me.

Anakin's still glaring. Obi-Wan's fidgeting, smiling sheepishly. "Well, it's just—one could argue that—you know..."

"Clearly I do not know," Anakin says, hands on his hips.

Obi-Wan clears his throat. "One could argue that you are a bit impulsive and act prematurely before thinking... rather like the twins not following instructions and deciding to arrive a month early."

Anakin winces. "I guess I deserve that."

"Guys!" I shout this time, doubling over as another contraction hits.

"Shit!" Anakin's hands fly to my sides, steadying me, panic flickering into purpose. "Okay—okay—breathe, sweetheart, breathe—"

I let out a breathless laugh through the pain. "You're telling me to breathe?"

He gives me a broken smile. "Fair point."

Another contraction grips me, and I groan, clutching his hand tight. We need to get off this planet. Now.

Anakin frowns, looking utterly clueless. "Okay—remember the book, Skywalker. Remember the book." He mutters to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. "Step one—uh—breathing exercises? Step two—boil water?"

I could almost laugh. Or cry. My husband—the fearless general who's never hesitated in battle—is now a complete, panicked mess.

And the Jedi Master who trained him is barely doing better.